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her sex, his hand pressing gently against her mound before his finger glided along her folds. He drew hard on her nipple as he slipped his finger into her. Genie rose up, meeting his thrust and gasping. He lifted his head and kissed her again, taking her whimpers into his mouth as he pumped his finger into her.

She moved, her hips rising with each stroke. Then his mouth was gone from hers. He kissed along her jaw and throat, licking and nipping his way down to her breasts once more, then lower still.

No, he couldn’t mean to… Yes, he meant to. He licked her clitoris, then sucked, sending a sharp spear of pleasure straight through her core. She held his head and tried to keep herself from completely falling apart. Not yet.

But he was relentless in his efforts. His mouth and fingers worked in and out of her, rousing her to heights of desire she wasn’t sure she recalled. She cried out as sensation overwhelmed her. He licked into her, thrust his tongue deep into her sex, and she tumbled into the dark intensity of her orgasm. Her body shuddered as her muscles clenched. She cried out again and again, unable to find herself as she fell through time and space.

He didn’t stop until she emerged from the darkness. Then he swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed. She managed to recover enough to scramble to her knees on the bed. She reached for him, pulling his shirt from his breeches. He lifted his arms so she could pull it over his head.

Now he was exposed to her, she could see he was every bit as muscular as others had said during the party. Dark hair covered the center of his chest and around his nipples. He was the most masculine thing she’d ever seen—or felt. She ran her hands over him, reveling in his hardness and heat. Skimming her palms up his chest, she cupped his neck and pulled his head down so she could kiss him.

She tasted herself on his tongue, which only fueled her desire. How long was this night? Not long enough, she reckoned. Not for all the ways she wanted to explore him and have him study her.

He began to unbutton his fall, but she lowered her hands to finish the task, pushing his aside. When the breeches were loose, she pushed them down his hips. He assisted then—and she allowed it—which meant she could touch him. She wrapped her hand around his shaft. Velvety soft and rock hard, she stroked him from balls to tip. The urge to put her mouth around him was strong, but she was too eager to feel him inside her.

She whispered next to his ear, “Shall I lie back? Or shall you? Or shall I get on my knees?”

He groaned in response. “You are beyond imagination. Yes, yes, and yes. I want to sink myself inside you until I don’t know where I end and you begin. By morning, I won’t remember what it feels like to be without you, nor do I want to.”

His words enflamed her. She worked her hand around him, pulling another groan from his throat.

“Genie, look at me.” He cupped the back of her head. “What do you want?”

“You inside me. Now. I don’t care how.” She straightened her legs out and sat down on the coverlet, scooting to the edge of the bed so she could put the tip of his cock against her sex.

“Then now you shall have me.” He narrowed his eyes and pushed her back onto the bed so she lay flat. Then he moved her farther onto the mattress so that he climbed over her. She closed her eyes as his fingers stroked her folds and clitoris, stoking her desire.

His cock pressed against her. “Look at me, Genie.” She opened her eyes. “Look at me as we come together. Tell me this is what you want.”

“It is. I want this. I want you.”

Chapter 7

Edmund never wanted this moment to end. Since the start of the party, he’d allowed himself to hope that a long-dead dream might actually come to fruition. Now that it was here, he was humbled and overwhelmed. That she, his goddess, was finally here nearly undid him.

He cupped the side of her head as he guided himself into her, sliding deep inside. A deep, sultry sound burst from his throat as he felt her clench around him, welcoming him. If he lived